Saying Yes To The Mess

Jade and amethyst and breath steer me through
this confusion. Wearing gemstone allies
as the muddy tracks pull and suck and skew
my perceptions. This road narrows, surprise

turning and the refuge that excited
disappears in this new conflagration.
What rises to be embraced, once slighted
and shunned, revealed: the key to creation.

Inspired by: Ally, Refuge, Excited and Jade.

How Can I Tell You?

As the sun flare knocks me out, I’m changing
in ways language can’t track. “I take a nap.”
In the dark, pugnacious, I’m exchanging
fighting words with my reflections. Unwrap

the filters, the false narratives which shred
upon inspection. Witness, at peace, clues,
insights: natural power strips dead
ways. Each slave collar revealed. In the true

expansion of now, I lift my controls
self-imposed despite the stories spoonfed
from birth. A tourist in a strange new land
I embrace the sun. Illusions, moon-led

no longer. I am the song’s harmony.
I bring unstinting praise. Blessings, dear world.
Rippling like light, I touch wordlessly
the change, allowing as my dark unfurls.

Inspired by: Pugnacious, Peace, Natural and Tourist.

Big Deal

For E and M

I’ve been holding my cards close to my chest.
Now for the big reveal. A royal flush,
I take the pot. My winning hand’s the best.
A victory dance. Yon player’s chance brush

with so much luck is incendiary.
You can’t wait to play again. We all win.
The door’s now open; don’t tarry. Marry
me, my dear darling. Let the games begin.

A diamond is crucial. I dig you in
spades. We create a new club full of heart.
All the copies dissolve. Above the din
our real resolve. New deal, love, let’s start.

Soundcloud recording here.

Only the luck of the draw can explain this one. Inspired by: Copy, Flush, Crucial and this marvelous end of November full moon (featured image.)

Appearances Disjointed

The Revelation Wave lifts the veils on what has been created – personally and globally. For many, it is profound realization of Higher Truth….Forgiveness is necessary; the heightened dismantling will demand quick processing. Reveal, choose the highest interests of all, forgive, release, move on~Sandra Walter

My life ripples.  The full moon pulls a fast
one, disappears as horizon-glint rose-
gold reveals old architecture. The past
dissolving in the weight of my wild prose.

As illusions rise, I claim creation’s
ambient flow: word, thought action repair
my choice.  My correction.  These relations
out of sync, I won’t succumb to despair.

Praise the snitches and whistleblowers.  Light
moves in waves we cannot fathom.  The deep
unveiling reveals resources new, bright
and unexpected. Assailing dwines.  Leap

illuminates the way into now.  Play
with all your heart, no holding back.  Receive
every breath. Miracles unfold.  Day
dawns.  Alert, our sentries demand:  Qui vive?

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Resource, Ambient, Succumb, Architecture and Snitch.

Featured image is a woodpecker landing high in a sunlit tree in the woods yesterday. One of woodpecker’s messages is: be alert! Opportunity comes knocking.

It’s Only Words

Sudden gratitude reveals reflections
so patiently held up course corrections

are addictive. Now is intensity
then falling back into the density.

How do I wake when fidelity flares
another rosy path? I hold. My cares

a frenzy I cling to no more. Mortal
and this sacred vessel my portal

and all of these new sensibilities
amplify my wild curiosity

Here at the top of my game, I ascertain
words cannot express tao cannot explain.

Inspired by: Amplify, Ascertain, Fidelity and Frenzy.

Consider the Clitoris

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The preponderance of the evidence
excludes whole swaths of reality. Here’s
the clitoris, tranquil on the surface
deemed impertinent (and I’d wager feared)

by male anatomists who empower
what’s hanging obvious dangle from birth.
I’m all about revelation. Power
rises as hidden places reveal girth.

Inspired by: Birth, Preponderance, Impertinent and Tranquil. And this article on the clitoris sent to me by the indomitable Susan B.

Featured image is from an anatomically correct 3-D model of the clitoris (You could hold this in your hand for less than $20; search for them on etsy.com!)

Anatomical 3D clitoris model from this article in Atlantic.

Gracious Melt

Here the first now fall of snow
melts graciously on the roads, picture
perfect white delight. I’m wearing gifts though
I’ve worn out my welcome. Doughty heart sure

rejection abandonment betrayal
the dark motifs which hosted my disease.
There is no death. Requesting wherewithal
and sanctuary, where I’ll feel at ease.

Rise up, fear. In the early dawn, gobble
my illusions. I present you to sun.
Disappear amorphous vapor. Trouble,
my salvation, in now your cycle’s done.

Inspired by: Gobble, Motif, Vapor and Doughty. And deep healing of long-hidden patterns as I open more and more to now.

Entering Now

When the earth comes back into alignment
and the planets sing in joy, harmony
restored, celebrate our intertwinement:
connect in the knowing field part of me.

I’m cleaning up my act, leaving a map
in case you find I am a step ahead
and all these waves fill you with dread, entrap
you with fear too turbulent to steer. Spread

those wings you’ve hidden from yourself. Exalt.
Never a figment, your awesome power.
Accept your crown. The breakup of your faults
fuels your roar. Enter now empowered.

Inspired by: Breakup, Figment, Crown, Roar and Fault.

Preserved In Amber

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.~Kurt Vonnegut

In dreamtime we meet with delight, nightly
adventures though the bridges between us
we burned in our hubris, deemed unsightly,
so now in real life, we’re Mars and Venus.

No man can hold a candle to you. Climb
in the realms where we seize now with whole hearts.
Forgiving is easy outside of time.
Ring my doorbell, and let’s refine our arts.

Inspired by: Candle, Amber, Hubris, Seize and my stubborn, slowly melting heart.

Nothing’s As It Seems

The gates have been blown down.  Confused, we rush
and fumble, slapping up replacements.  Bait
and switch provokes a gush of emotions.
Flawed devotions to normality crush

aberrations, weaving simple narrations
emerging in concert til dissonance
demands isolation.  When we’re unplugged,
dopamine withdrawal imprisons us.

Outside, nature summons us to gifts wild
and free for the sensing.  Stumble over
rough ground, head in the stars.  Insight reviled
no more.  Receptive now, we cross over.

Soundcloud recording here.

Inspired by: Provoke, Emerge, Concert, Aberration and Switch.